Table Of ContentDante Alighieri
The Divine Comedy
Dante called his poem a comedy, he says, for two reasons: because it has a sad beginning and a cheerful ending, and
because it is written in a "middle" style, treating alike of lowly and lofty things. Midway in life the poet finds himself lost
in the forest of worldly cares, beset by the three beasts, Pride, Avarice, and Worldly Pleasure. Virgil, who is the
embodiment of moral philosophy, appears and leads him through the Hell of worldly sin and suffering, through the
Purgatory of repentance, to the calm of the earthly Paradise. Mere philosophy can go no further. The poet is here taken
under the guidance of Beatrice, the embodiment of divine wisdom, who leads him through Paradise to the throne of God.
Such, in the briefest form, is the argument of the Divine Comedy; this statement carries the actual story and the allegory
side by side. The first division of the triple vision is the Inferno. Dante's Inferno is an inverted cone, having its mouth in a
deep rugged valley, its sides sloping down to the center of the earth. When Lucifer fell from heaven the earth retired
before him, making this hollow cone. This is divided into nine circles, in which the lost souls suffer. These souls are
grouped into three main classes: the incontinent, the violent, and the fraudulent. The first circle of the Inferno is Limbo,
where are the souls of children and the unbaptized; of the heathen philosophers and poets. They are neither in pain nor
glory, they do not shriek nor groan but only sigh.
Inferno
Canto I The Three Beast, Virgill
Halfway through the journey we are living
I found myself deep in a darkened forest,
For I had lost all trace of the straight path.
Ah how hard it is to tell what it was like,
5 How wild the forest was, how dense and rugged!
To think of it still fills my mind with panic.
So bitter it is that death is hardly worse!
But to describe the good discovered there
I here will tell the other things I saw.
10 I cannot say clearly how I entered there,
So drowsy with sleep had I grown at that hour
When first I wandered off from the true way.
But when I had reached the base of a hill,
There at the border where the valley ended
15 That had cut my heart to the quick with panic,
I looked up at the hill and saw its shoulder
Mantled already with the planet's light
That leads all people straight by every road.
With that my panic quieted a little
20 After lingering on in the lake of my heart
Through the night I had so grievously passed.
And like a person who with panting breath
Struggles ashore out of the wide ocean
Only to glance back at the treacherous surf,
25 Just so my mind, racing on ahead,
Turned back to marvel at the pass no one
Ever before had issued from alive.
After resting awhile my worn-out body,
I pressed on up the wasted slope so that
30 I always had one firm foot on the ground.
But look! right near the upgrade of the climb
Loomed a fleet and nimble-footed leopard
With coat completely covered by dark spots!
He did not flinch or back off from my gaze,
35 But blocking the path that lay before me,
Time and again he forced me to turn around.
The hour was the beginning of the morning,
And the sun was rising with those stars
That first attended it when divine Love
40 Set these lovely creations round in motion,
So that the early hour and the pleasant season
Gave me good reason to keep up my hopes
Of that fierce beast there with his gaudy pelt.
But not so when — to add now to my fears —
45 In front of me I caught sight of a lion!
He appeared to be coming straight at me
With head held high and furious for hunger,
So that the air itself seemed to be shaking.
And then a wolf stalked, ravenously lean,
50 Seemingly laden with such endless cravings
That she had made many live in misery!
She caused my spirits to sink down so low,
From the dread I felt in seeing her there,
I lost all hope of climbing to the summit.
55 And just as a man, anxious for big winnings,
But the time comes instead for him to lose,
Cries and grieves the more he thinks about it,
So did the restless she-beast make me feel
When, edging closer toward me, step by step,
60 She drove me back to where the sun is silent.
While I was falling back to lower ground,
Before my eyes now came a figure forward
Of one grown feeble from long being mute.
When I saw him in that deserted spot,
65 "Pity me!" I shouted out to him,
"Whoever you are, a shade or living man."
"Not a man," he answered. "Once a man,
Of parents who had come from Lombardy;
Both of them were Mantuans by birth.
70 "I was born late in Julius's reign
And dwelt at Rome under the good Augustus
In the period of false and lying gods.
"A poet I was, and I sang of the just
Son of Anchises who embarked from Troy
75 After proud Ilium was burned to ashes.
"But why do you turn back to so much grief?
Why not bound up the delightful mountain
Which is the source and font of every joy?"
"Are you then Virgil and that wellspring
80 That pours forth so lush a stream of speech?"
Shamefacedly I responded to him.
"O glory and light of all other poets,
May the long study and the profound love
That made me search your work come to my aid!
85 "You are my mentor and my chosen author:
Alone you are the one from whom I have taken
The beautiful style that has brought me honor.
"Look at the beast that drove me to turn back!
Rescue me from her, celebrated sage,
90 For she causes my veins and pulse to tremble."
"You are destined to take another route,"
He answered, seeing me reduced to tears,
"If you want to be clear of this wilderness,
"Because this beast that forces you to cry out
95 Will not let anyone pass by her way
But harries him until she finally kills him.
"By nature she is so depraved and vicious
That her greedy appetite is never filled:
The more she feeds, the hungrier she grows.
100 "Many the animal she has mated with,
And will with more to come, until the Greyhound
That shall painfully slaughter her arrives.
"He shall not feast on property or pelf
But on wisdom, love, and manliness,
105 And he shall be born between Feltro and Feltro.
"He shall save low prostrated Italy
For which Nisus, Turnus, and Euryalus,
And the virgin Camilla died of wounds.
"He shall hunt the beast through every town
110 Until he chases her back down to hell
From which envy first had thrust her forth.
"I think and judge it best for you, then,
To follow me, for I will be your guide,
Directing you to an eternal place
115 "Where you shall listen to the desperate screams
And see the spirits of the past in torment,
As at his second death each one cries out;
"And you shall also see those who are happy
Even in flames, since they hope to come,
120 Whenever that may be, among the blessed.
"If you still wish to ascend to the blessed,
A soul worthier than I shall guide you:
On my departure I will leave you with her.
"For the Emperor who rules there above,
125 Since I lived in rebellion to his law,
Will not permit me to enter his city.
"Everywhere his kingdom comes: there he reigns,
There his heavenly city and high throne.
Oh happy the one elected to go there!"
130 And I said to him, "Poet, I entreat you,
By the God whom you have never known,
So may I flee from this and from worse evil,
"Lead me to the place you just described
That I may come to see Saint Peter's gate
135 And those you say are deeply sorrowful."
Then he moved on and I walked straight behind.
Canto IV The Poets in Limbo
A loud thunderclap shattered the deep
Sleep in my head, so that I started up
Like someone shaken forcibly awake.
Then, looking all around with rested eyes,
5 I stood straight up with a steady stare,
Attempting to discover where I was.
The truth is I found myself upon the edge
Of the chasm of the valley of salt tears
Which stores the clamor of unending crying.
10 Dark and deep and foggy was the valley:
So, when I strained my eyes to see the bottom,
I was not able to discern a thing.
"Now let us descend to the blind world
Below," the poet, pale as death, began:
15 "I will be first, and you shall follow me."
And I, observing the change in his color,
Asked, "How can I come if you are frightened,
You who strengthen me when I have doubts?"
And he told me, "The anguish of the people
20 Who are down here blanches my complexion
With the pity that you mistake for fear.
"Let us go on: the long road makes it urgent."
So he went down, and so he had me enter
The first circle ringing the abyss.
25 Here, as far as listening could tell,
The only lamentations were the sighs
That caused the everlasting air to tremble.
Suffering without torments drew these sighs
From crowds, multitudinous and vast,
30 Of babies and of women and of men.
My gracious teacher said, "Do you not question
Who these spirits are whom you observe?
Before you go on, I would have you know
"They did not sin: yet even their just merits
35 Were not enough, for they lacked baptism,
The gateway of the faith that you profess.
"And, if they lived before the Christian era,
They did not worship God in the right way:
And I myself am one of those poor souls.
40 "For this failure and for no other fault
Here we are lost, and our sole punishment
Is without hope to live on in desire."
Deep sorrow crushed my heart when I heard him,
Because both men and women of great worth
45 I knew to be suspended here in limbo.
"Tell me, my master, tell me, my good lord,"
I then began, wishing to be assured
Of that belief which conquers every error,
"Have any left here, either through their merits
50 Or someone else's, to be blessed later on?"
And he, grasping my unexpressed appeal,
Responded, "I was newly in this place
When I saw come down here a mighty One
Crowned with the symbol of his victory.
55 "He snatched away the shade of our first parent,
Of his son Abel, and the shade of Noah,
Of Moses, the obedient lawgiver,
"Of Abraham the patriarch, King David,
Israel with his father, with his children,
60 And with Rachel for whom he worked so hard,
"And many others, and he made them blessed.
But I would have you know, before these souls
No human being ever had been saved."
We did not keep from walking while he talked,
65 But all along we journeyed through the forest —
I mean the forest that was dense with spirits.
Our path had not yet led us far away
From where I'd slept, when I descried a fire
That overcame a hemisphere of shadows.
70 We were still a little distance from it
But close enough for me to dimly see
That honored people tenanted that place.
"O you, glory of the arts and sciences,
Who are these souls who here have the high honor
75 Of being kept distinct from all the rest?"
And he told me, "Their distinguished names
Which yet re-echo in your world above
Win for them heaven's grace which furthers them."
Meanwhile I could hear a voice that called,
80 "Honor to the most illustrious poet! (1)
His shade that had departed now returns."
After the voice had ceased and all was still,
I saw four lofty shades approaching us,
In their appearance neither sad nor joyful.
85 My worthy teacher now began by saying,
"Notice there the one with sword in hand,
Coming before the three others like a lord:
"That is Homer, the majestic poet.
The next who comes is Horace, the satirist;
90 Ovid is third, and Lucan last of all.
"Since each one shares with me the name of poet,
The name you heard the single voice call out,
They honor me, and they do well to do so."
So I saw that brilliant schola meeting
95 Under the master of sublimest song (2)
Who above all others soars like an eagle.
After conversing for some time together,
They turned to me with a cordial greeting:
With that, my master broke into a smile.
100 And then they showed me a still greater honor,
For they included me within their group,
So that I was the sixth among those minds.
This way we walked together toward the light,
Speaking of things as well unmentioned here
105 As there it was as well to speak of them.
We came up to the base of a royal castle,
Seven times encircled by high walls,
Moated all about by a beautiful stream.
This we crossed as if it were firm ground;
110 Through seven gates I entered with these sages
Until we reached a meadow of fresh grass.
People were here with slow and serious eyes,
Of great authority by their appearance.
They hardly spoke, with their gentle voices.
115 We moved along then over to one side,
Into an open clearing, bright and high up,
In order to view all the persons there.
Straight before me on the enameled green
Such eminent spirits were presented to me
120 That I exult in having witnessed them.
I saw Electra, with many companions, (3)
Among whom I noted Hector and Aeneas,
And Caesar, in armor, with his falcon eyes.
I saw Camilla and Penthesilea, (4)
125 And on the other side I saw King Latinus (5)
Who sat with his daughter Lavinia.
I saw that Brutus who banished the Tarquin, (6)
Lucretia, Julia, Marcia, and Cornelia, (7)
And by himself, I noticed Saladin. (8)
130 When I lifted up my eyes a little higher,
I saw Aristotle, the master-knower, (9)
Seated with the family of philosophers.
All look up to him, all do him honor;
There also I saw Socrates and Plato,
Nearest to him, in front of all the rest;
135 Democritus, who ascribes the world to chance,
Diogenes, Thales, Anaxagoras,
Empedocles, Zeno, and Heraclitus.
I saw the worthy categorizer of herbs,
140 Dioscorides, I mean; and I saw Orpheus, (10)
Tully, Linus, Seneca the moralist, (11)
Euclid the geometer, Ptolemy, (12)
Hippocrates, Galen, Avicenna, (13)
And Averroes, who wrote the Commentary. (14)
145 I cannot here describe them all in full,
For my lengthy theme so presses me forward
That often words fall short of the occasion.
The company of six drops down to two.
My knowing guide leads me another way,
150 Out of the quiet, into the quavering air,
And I come to a scene where nothing shines.
(1) The bard sublime--Virgil.
(2) The monarch of sublimest song--Homer.
(3) Electra, mother of Dardanus the founder of Troy, was a forbear of Hector and Aeneas.
(4) Camilla was killed by the Trojans in Italy; Penthesilea, an Amazon queen, by Achilles at Troy.
(5) Latinus, an Italian leader, supported Aeneas, and his daughter Lavinia married the Trojan hero.
(6) Lucius Junius Brutus, founder of the Roman Republic, led the revolt in 510 B. C. against Tarquin,
last of Rome's kings.
(7) Lucretia (a suicide), Julia (Caesar's daughter), Marcia (Cato of Utica's wife), and Cornelia (Scipio Africanus'
wife) are all types of virtuous women.
(8) Saladin (d. 1193), a Muslim sultan, opposed Richard the Lion-Heart, but won the admiration of the
Third Crusade for his generosity.
(9) Aristotle, with Socrates and Plato, were Greek philosophers; Democritus and the others were pre-Socratic thinkers.
(10) Dioscorides, a first-century A. D. scientist, is the father of pharmacy. Orpheus and Linus are mythical poets.
(11) Cicero (106-43 B.C.) was a Roman statesman and author; Seneca (4 B.C.-65 A.D.) was a writer of tragedies.
(12) Euclid, a fourth-century B.C. mathematician, wrote on geometry; Ptolemy, a second century A.D. astronomer,
pictured the universe as earth-centered with nine orbiting spheres.
(13) Hippocrates, in the fourth century B.C., began the study of medicine, practiced by Galen in the second century A.D.
and the Arabian philosopher Avicenna (980-1037).
(14) Averroes (d. 1198), Arabian scholar, wrote a commentary on Aristotle.
From Limbo the poet descends into the second circle, where the sin of lust is punished. The souls in this
circle are driven forever round in a tyrannous gust of wind. They see Cleopatra and Helen and Paris and
Tristan and many others whom Virgil names to the poet. Finally he sees two spirits approaching, whom
he asks permission to address.
Canto V Meeting with Paolo and Francesca (1)
(1) Francesca da Polenta was given in marriage by her father to Gianciotto da Rimini, a man brave,
but deformed. His brother Paolo, who was exceedingly handsome, won her affections.
They were both put to death by Gianciotto.
So I descended from the first circle
Into the second, encompassing less space
But sharper pain which spurs the wailing on…
[…]
25 Now the notes of suffering begin
To reach my hearing; now I am arrived
At where the widespread wailing hammers me.
I come to a place where all light is muted,
Which rumbles like the sea beneath a storm
30 When waves are buffeted by warring squalls.
The windblast out of hell, forever restless,
Thrusts the spirits onward with its force,
Swirling and mauling and harassing them.
When they alight upon this scene of wreckage,
35 Screams, reproaches, and bemoanings rise
As souls call down their curses on God's power.
I learned that to this unending torment
Have been condemned the sinners of the flesh,
Those who surrender reason to self-will.
40 And as the starlings are lifted on their wings
In icy weather to wide and serried flocks,
So does the gale lift up the wicked spirits,
Flinging them here and there and down and up:
No hope whatever can ever comfort them,
45 Neither of rest nor of less punishment.
And as the cranes fly over, chanting lays,
Forming one long line across the sky,
So I saw come, uttering their cries,
Shades wafted onward by these winds of strife,
50 To make me ask him, "Master, who are those
People whom the blackened air so punishes?"
[…]
I began, "Poet, I would most willingly
Address those two who pass together there (1)
75 And appear to be so light upon the wind,"
And he told me, "You will see when they draw
Closer to us that, if you petition them
By the love that propels them, they will come."
As soon as the gust curved them near to us,
80 I raised my voice to them, "O wind-worn souls,
Come speak to us if it is not forbidden."
Just as the doves when homing instinct calls them
To their sweet nest, on steadily lifted wings
Glide through the air, guided by their longing,
85 So those souls left the covey where Dido lies,
Moving toward us through the malignant air,
So strong was the loving-kindness in my cry.
"O mortal man, gracious and tenderhearted,
Who through the somber air come to visit
90 The two of us who stained the earth with blood,
"If the King of the universe were our friend,
We would then pray to him to bring you peace,
Since you show pity for our wretched plight.
"Whatever you please to hear and speak about
95 We will hear and speak about with you
While the wind, as it is now, is silent.
"The country of my birth lies on that coast (2)
Where the river Po with its tributaries
Flows downhill to its place of final rest.
100 "Love which takes quick hold in a gentle heart
Seized this man for the beauty of the body
Snatched from me — how it happened galls me!
"Love which pardons no one loved from loving
Seized me so strongly with my pleasure in him
105 That, as you see, it still does not leave me.
"Love led the two of us to a single death:
Caina awaits him who snuffed out our lives." (3)
These were the words conveyed from them to us.
When I had heard those grief-stricken souls,
110 I bowed my head and held it bowed down low
Until the poet asked, "What are you thinking?"
When I replied, I ventured, "O misery,
How many the sweet thoughts, how much yearning
Has led these two to this heartbroken pass!"
115 Then I turned round again to speak to them,
And I began, "Francesca, your sufferings
Move my heart to tears of grief and pity.
"But tell me, in the season of sweet sighs,
By what signs did love grant to you the favor
120 Of recognizing your mistrustful longings?"
And she told me, "Nothing is more painful
Than to recall the time of happiness
In wretchedness: this truth your teacher knows.
"If, however, to learn the initial root
125 Of our own love is now your deep desire,
I will speak here as one who weeps in speaking.
"One day for our own pleasure we were reading
Of Lancelot and how love pinioned him. (4)
We were alone and innocent of suspicion.
130 "Several times that reading forced our eyes
To meet and took the color from our faces.
But one solitary moment conquered us.
"When we read there of how the longed-for smile
Was being kissed by that heroic lover,
135 This man, who never shall be severed from me,
"Trembling all over, kissed me on the mouth.
That book — and its author — was a pander!
In it that day we did no further reading."
While the one spirit spoke these words, the other
140 Wept so sadly that pity swept over me
And I fainted as if face to face with death,
And I fell just as a dead body falls.
(1)The two are Francesca da Rimini and Paolo Malatesta her brother-in-law.
They became lovers and were slain by Francesca’s husband, Gianciotto.
(2) The land that gave me birth--Ravenna
(3) Caina, the place to which murderers are doomed.
Description:Dante Alighieri. The Divine Comedy. Dante called his poem a comedy, he says, for two reasons: because it has a sad beginning and a cheerful ending, and.
